Chelsea White | By : Chris Category: Individual Celebrities > Ewan McGregor Views: 2380 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Hands pulled his face roughly off of his cock. Ewan was dazed and slightly unfocused, baw taw the flushed face and rapidly rising and falling action of the boy’s chest as he sat up unsteadily on his elbows. He watched him lick his lips before speaking.
“Wanna suck you too. Get up here, Ewan. Give me your cock.”
//Hello….what’s all this…// Not that he was complaining any….but he hadn’t done a sixty-nine in forever with anyone, and was afraid he’d be distracted, but was in no mind to even protest, if he could have. He crawled onto the bed next to him as the boy shucked off his shirt, looking into his eyes, and whispered, “As you wish…”
He gave him another deep kiss before he broke away and turned towards his feet, sliding his body over his and grasping his still trembling cock, slipping it into his mouth greedily. The boy moaned, then grasped Ewan’s rear and pulled him down towards his mouth, a frantic little tongue flicking at his own cock now- frantic but experienced, he dimly noted. He felt every muscle in his groin contract instantly in pleasure, and even more so as the boy engulfed the head of his cock without pausing.
He groaned around his cock. //*Fuck,* mate…..warning…next time…// He renewed his attack on the boy’s cock, trying to mimic what he was now feeling on his cock, but found himself gasping for air more often than not. He hadn’t been given head this well in ages….and in his hyper excited state, he was afraid he wouldn’t last very long….he could feel him pulling it from him already….
More frantic sucking from the pair….mouths working on each other and over….soft moans…the boy slipping him from his mouth, licking down his cock and palming his ass open, flicking that wicked tongue over his tightness…...
Ewan moaned around his cock yet again, letting it slip from his mouth as he gasped for air, the boy touching on another sensitive part of his body. //Oh bloody fucking hell….this kid is too damn…good…at this….// He couldn’t take much more….so close…. He then felt the boy move his mouth down his cock once more, and he damn near collapsed from sheer pleasure. He gasped for air loudly.
“Ewan….*Jesus*….so good…” He grasped his cheeks and kneaded them, saying, “Mmm…..you want me to fuck you now, love? Or…are you not…”
“Yes,” Ewan gasped without thinking. “Please…please…please fuck me, damn it…..”
A chuckle. “You have definitely earned it, love. Mmm, turn around….let me see your face….”
Ewan scrambled as quickly as he could to face him, making him laugh. He didn’t care- he just wanted him so badly now. //Let him laugh- just fuck me when you finish….//
He pulled Ewan’s face down, kissing him again. Ewan slipped his hands into the boy’s hair, pulling him closer, and felt his smile. He pulled away from his lips briefly, then whispered, “Colin.”
Ewan’s eyes widened. “What?,” he rasped in confusion.
“You can call me Colin, mate,” he whispered back, smiling at him. “You’ve earned that right.” He felt his fingers against his scalp now. “So make sure you remember it when we’re fucking, all right, love?”
It was Ewan’s turn to smile. “Colin,” he repeated. “Good English name, that.”
“Good *Irish* name, you mean.”
“Yeah…that too.”
“Ewan? Stop fucking talking and let me fuck you.”
//Colin…you are a man of few words…and they are the good ones.// “I am all yours.”
“Damn straight you are, love,” he growled. He rolled him over on his back and asked, “Condoms?”
“Night table drawer. Lube as well.”
He grinned. “Always prepared, are we?”
“Try to be.”
He sat up slowly, straddling Ewan’s hips and reaching back into the drawer, his body gracefully leaned back, making sure to show his slender but muscled frame. Ewan stared, fascinated at his flexibility. //This could be a *good* thing, I think…//
Something fell next to his head and Colin leaned back over him. “Now, Ewan…we can do this two ways….we can go slow…..let me open you all good and properly….or I can just slam right into you without all the prep.” He paused. “Up to you, love. I could fuck you either way right now.” He was still hard against his stomach, as Ewan was against his.
//Definitely a win-win sitch.// “Your call,” he said.
A wicked grin as a hand moved next to his head, grasping a packet and lube. “You *sure*, Ewan? You *really* sure?” He felt Colin open his thighs a bit more. “Pull up your knees, love.”
Ewan did so, watching as Colin pressed them back even further and said, “Hold them there.” He took the packet in between his teeth and gently tugged it open and shook it out. Ewan watched as he moved it down to his cock and slid it on expertly, all while watching him. When he was completely sheathed, he reached for the lube, flipping open the top with a grin. He squeezed a bit on two of his fingers and lowered them, seeking his entrance. He knew as soon as he found it – the feel of it sent a shockwave straight to his cock.
//Bloody hell….gotta relax….gotta fucking *breathe*….// This was easier said than done, with Colin teasing him, skittering over it time and again, until he finally eased a slick finger inside as deep as he could.
“*Fuck*,” Ewan moaned out loud, grabbing the covers. “Please….”
The finger moved deeper …. in and out … it was seeking …. Questing … opening….allowing entrance for another to gain access…and they went deeper…..
“Colin, *please*,” he pleaded. “Mate…I am gonna come before you fuck me….shit…”
“No you won’t…..you can do it, Ewan….” The fingers slipped out slowly, making him shudder. He lowered his body, then eased Ewan’s legs over his shoulder, holding his cheeks open as he eased himself inside. His hands gripped his waist as he shifted inside of him, adjusting to his body.
Ewan gasped loudly. //Fuck…it has been too long…it hurts….oh, it hurts…// He was pressing deeper inside…deeper….Ewan clutched his rear and pulled him in tighter, needing the pleasure to come and overtake the pain….willing it….
A breathless whisper, next to his right ear. “Mmm, easy, mate…take it slow….you’re pretty tight…don’t wanna…. mmmm….hurt you….” He was panting already as well. “*Fuck*….you feel so damn good…though….”
Deeper….deeper….the pain was easing ever so slightly….a little less….a little less now….Ewan felt him easing out, then back inside, slowly, the pain decreasing, as he moved inside of him, just feeling the inside of his body….and replacing it with pleasure flowing into him…smooth…solid….full…. Ewan’s head fell back on the bed in delight, holding him closer….feeling his hard and slightly muscled chest against his…his groin flush with his…..wishing it always felt so good as this….
“My God,” he moaned. “Ewan…oh fuck….yes….” He moved faster now, less gentle….putting a rougher edge on his motions….Ewan cried out, taking it all, and begging for more with his body.
“Colin….yes….yes….right…right….*Christ*, there….harder, harder…..” He rode him as hard as he could, needing him…needing all of him….needing him over and over….begging him to pummel him again….and again….raising his hips so that he could hit his inner pleasure spot with every thrust…..
They had been reduced to guttural sounds of want, of need….of base lust. The room filled was filled with it: the headboard hitting the wall with every other thrust, skin meeting skin, slick with sweat….voices, masculine and hoarse, fighting to make a coherent sound…..obscene words falling off lips like endearments…..exhortations of pleasure, threats of release….sounds of need…..
Ewan could feel himself coming….and coming faster than even he expected. Colin was above him, moaning and grunting, his mouth flush now against his right ear, panting harshly and pushing Ewan's now damp hair from his forehead and face. He couldn’t focus on anything but the sounds of his lover above him, his exertions and voice and moans winding into his mind…. He pulled him even closer than before, needing more from him….moaning loudly, crying out….calling his name….
“Yeah….that’s it,” he rasped into his ear. “Fucking call my *name*….uh…fucking…call…..*fuck*….Ewan….” Harder….harder…..he was close….very close….it was coming through him like a bullet train off the rails…. He couldn’t keep his eyes open, he couldn’t see….he couldn’t breathe in anything except the scent of Colin….
“Yeah….yeah….that’s….it…uh…Colin….c-c-come, love….come….on….” //Jesus fucking sakes Christ……this is….. this….oh *God*…. Fucking …. Fucking hell…. *yes*…. THERE, Colin….right *there*…. // “Yes…. *yes*, love…. .*more* ..…… *FUCK*…..Colin…right…there….*there*,” he cried out loud, digging his nails into his skin as all of his systems shorted circuited inside of his body…
Colin moaned deeply and rasped, “Come, Ewan…come,” then bit down on his shoulder, whimpering.
That was all Ewan needed…..and he was screaming his lungs out, screaming out his name, his orgasm spreading through him and releasing itself between their joined bodies, still riding his cock….and moaning again when Colin’s voice caught and he leaned his head back, crying out as his body lost control as well. Ewan’s half open eyes watched this lithe and lethal boy lose complete control of his body…and possibly his mind….before collapsing on top of him, panting hard, and gasping for breath much like Ewan was at that time, hotly whispering his name against his skin over and over like a mantra. He wrapped his arms around his waist, holding him close, and ran a hand up and down his back lightly. It was covered in a slight sheen of sweat, and he felt him shiver when he did this. He smiled to himself, and closed his eyes, feeling Colin pull himself slightly from his body and lower his legs.
Ewan then moved his arms up to his shoulders, and his legs around his waist. He ran a finger over his mouth, and grinned at his reaction. Colin’s eyes could barely stay open, his lips damp and full, his lovely dark skin beaded with drops of sweat that made him look like he was glowing, and he sighed deeply.
“Lovely,” Ewan whispered, almost purring.
Colin smiled, his eyes closed now. “Fuck….you were amazing, Ewan. That was…” He trailed off, still recovering slowly.
“Shh,” he whispered, smiling. “Stop talking.”
The boy paused, then grinned. “As you wish…..Ewan.”
He could only smile and bring his mouth down to his for a long kiss. When the kiss broke, Colin slipped from the bed silently and went to bathroom, but returned within a minute, having cleaned himself off quickly and disposed of the condom, once again snuggling himself against Ewan, closing his eyes.
//Colin, dear boy….you have just made this trip better than it started out being. Thank God for *that*….//
He did have things to do tomorrow- signing that bloody contract, going to the gallery, meeting with the KGB men again, all of which he highly regretted after tonight- after all, there was nothing better than spending quality time with such a gorgeous creatus was was currently nestled against him….but he knew – or hoped, rather- that at least he wouldn’t be alone tomorrow night.
Then again…there *was* always the morning to consider. He felt Colin snuggle deeper into the crook of his neck with a sigh, his body relaxed against his now, his arms wrapped around his chest loosely, his left leg trapped in between Colin’s thighs. He moved a hand to flip off the lamp and as his own eyes fluttered closed in the darkness, the other hand sliding into Colin’s slightly damp hair absently, he wondered absently if the boy liked having his breakfast in bed….then he gave a sleepy but wicked grin.
//Guess I’ll know tomorrow, won’t I….//
And the silence wrapped around them like the night.
END
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